Why is it
that within every reflection of the human
soul, I see fragments of you, the way you
laugh, your chest rising and
falling with the broken beats of dusk,
the way you looked at me,
searching,
enquiring within the depths of
who I was.
Why is it
that you shadow my every thought,
my every walk
upon the blades of grass
tinted
with
the shade of your eyes.
Why is it
that you see the world without me?  

I see the world through you.